Ultraviolet-Chapter 9
"And oh my god, his lips were so soft, and perfect and it was all perfect" I sighed dreamily, my head falling down on the palm of my hand which was propped on the kitchen table, while I stared hazily into the distance.
"-llo? Hello! Kurt!" Carole thumped me and awoke me from my Blaine daydream.
"Huh what?"
"Your phone is ringing" she laughed, leaning back on the counter and munching away at her toast.
I eventually looked down to the table where the spoon was rattling against my bowl from the vibration of my phone against the wood. My mind went blank, though, as soon as I realised who was calling.
"Answer it then!" Carole hissed at me from where I was just staring at the screen.
"H-hello?" I breathed and cursed internally at the obvious shakiness in my voice.
"Hey, It's uh-It's Blaine"
"I know" I laughed shyly, "I saw the caller I.D"
"Oh! Oh right, yeah, uh...how are you?"
"Good, you?"
"Great!" He answered a little too enthusiastically and I heard him cursing under his breath in embarrassment after he'd realised. It felt awkward, the fact that not one minute ago I'd been daydreaming about this boy's lips and tracing my fingers over my cheek where Blaine's soft hands had once held my face last night while we lay in the grass.
"So I um, called to remind you about school this morning? Aare you still cool with everything?"
"Yes, Blaine, it's fine"
"Awesome, see you in ten minutes then?"
"Sure, bye!" I hung up and stumbled to my bedroom, hearing Carole's laughter behind me, and almost slamming face first into my door when I'd forgotten to turn the handle to actually open it.
I ran around like a headless chicken, looking for books that I should have had sorted last night but I was too busy daydreaming (again), and throwing them into my bag in a hurry.
By the time I heard a knock at the front door, everyone had left, Carole had set off to work with a wink in my direction and a kiss on my cheek for good luck, whilst Burt raised a suspicious eyebrow at her until saying goodbye and setting off out too. Finn was probably still in bed, but I didn't have the heart to wake the giant sleeping oaf, he looked too peaceful, and he was so stressed lately with football that I didn't dare disturb his much needed sleep.
Nothing, however, could have prepared me for what I saw when I yanked the front door open at last. Blaine stood confidently, leaning against the door frame with an eyebrow raised, his back straight and his arms folded across his chest.
His usual leather jacket was folded and hanging over his forearm, revealing his tight ripped tank top which was stretched tightly over his torso, his muscles bulging out, veins sticking out prominently and tangling along his arms. A particularly large tear in his shirt which looked like someone had slashed it with a knife, hung sloppily from his abs, revealing his tensed six-pack, and the trail of hair leading down into his ridiculously tight jeans, which were held by a studded belt, the top half of one of his hipbones jutted out at one side above it.
My eyes trailed all the way down to his heavy boot clad feet, and all the way back up to his unkempt hair at least 3 more times before I noticed a confused look on his face. "Do I have something on my face...or?" he asked, scrubbing his palm at his cheek needlessly.
"No! No, I just, nothing! I'm ready! Let's go!" I rambled, bursting through the door, nearly sending Blaine flying backwards, and shoving my key into the lock in a rush to change the subject.
Blaine's expression was curious as he watched me, I almost always felt that gaze directed at me, like sometimes when I caught him staring from across the class, the teacher waffling on, but he looked much more interested in studying me. It confused me to no end, but I just smiled unsurely and guided him back to the bike.
He straddled it first, grinning slightly, and then handed me a helmet as I climbed on after him, hooking my arms around his waist and holding him so tight he shouldn't have been able to breath, yet he still spoke normally without any restraint.
"Are you not putting your helmet on?" I asked.
"No, Ricky stole mine this morning for his bike, so I only had the spare one left"
"Oh," I felt instantly guilty, what if we crashed? He would be the one that got hurt. "I-I don't need it, you can have it"
Blaine turned to me with a look of pure mortification as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, like I was absolutely insane for suggesting such a thing. "I am much more concerned for your safety than mine" the boy uttered darkly, a crease forming in between his eyebrows until it smoothed out and he turned his head, kicking the stand and accelerating until we were speeding off into the direction of school.
Being gay, I'd gotten used to the hateful looks and people staring, the pushes and shoves, the endless tormenting and name calling. It's safe to say, I've been through a lot, but I'd never been through this before.
We pulled up at school with the bike's engine growling, I watched as Blaine kicked the stand and turned off the ignition, turning back to smile at me whilst I unwrapped my arms from his waist and handed him his helmet which he tucked under his arm, shoving the keys deep down into his pocket. That's when I first noticed the stares, I felt them bore into my back as we walked towards the building, hands brushing shyly between us, but I couldn't even focus on being embarrassed, not when almost every single pair of eyes in the school had turned to watch us.
I heard a quiet sound coming from Blaine that sounded like a growl, as his back straightened and he held his head higher just as we walked through the school's entrance. We'd barely taken two steps inside the door before I was shoved harshly into a locker, sliding to the floor. A circle of red letterman jackets surrounded us whilst Blaine still stood, facing Karofsky head on, barely jostled from his equally hard shove that had sent me crashing to the floor.
"Get on the floor fag!" Karofsky shoved harder at Blaine's shoulder but it was like trying to get a wall to move. Blaine stared at him with hard eyes, his jaw set. "Get on the fucking floor with your faggy fairy boyfriend now!" and with that, Blaine flipped and snapped his head around in an instant, everything from then on happened so fast my eyes barely even caught the movement.
Blaine lunged forward, charging full force into Karofsky and pushing him through the crowd of his watching fat headed jocks. Blaine slammed him on to the opposite side of lockers, and David let out a wince of pain before he reached behind his head, he brought his hand back in front of his face just in time to see the dark red liquid trickle across his fingers, over his wrist and down into the cuff of his sleeve before Blaine smacked him again. I fought the urge to scream, I wanted to pull Blaine away for some insane reason that I didn't even know.
No one was cheering either boy on, they just stood in a silent circle, if a teacher were passing, they wouldn't even detect a fight was going on, no noise could be heard other than the loud smacks against metal and Karofsky's occasional whimpers. Everyone was stunned to silence, the school was a ghost town, the bell had gone and students still ignored it, too mesmerized about what was happening before their eyes to care about going to lessons.
My throat was constricted, I felt weak that I couldn't even muster the energy to scream or cry for help, sure, a little 'accidental' shove to Karofsky's shoulder in return for what he'd done to me was more than enough, that's what Blaine did most of the time in passing in the corridor, but things were spiralling rapidly out of control. The most brutally disturbing reason why it was so painful to watch was because of Blaine's face. He just looked so bored, a carless hunter. He looked as if this meant nothing to him, that he didn't even realise he was half beating a boy to death. He punched forward straight into Dave's gut, knocking the breath out of him, and then slamming him backwards into the lockers again and then kicking him to the floor.
"B-Blaine" I barely managed. "Blaine!"
He snapped his head up, his expression looking wild as though he was some sort of predator or hunter, his jaw taut and his hair slightly ruffled, his shirt rumpled but pulled out of shape from the amount of moving he had been doing. His eyes were jet black.
He blinked slowly, colour returning to his pale uncaring face until his pupils returned to the same size they were previously. He looked around uncertainly at the group of people surrounding him, as if wondering why he was in the middle of a circle in the corridor with everyone staring at him with wide and petrified eyes. He looked back at me, his eyes widening slightly and then snapped his head back to the groaning boy on the floor, he looked so weak in comparison to how he was now, crumpled up on the floor, clutching the sides of his letterman jacket and trying to pull it over his face which was scrunched up in pain.
People just stared at him, eyes darting between him and Blaine, until Blaine rose to his feet, stumbling backwards slightly, eyes fixed on Dave, he turned his head to look at me before breaking through the crowd, running around the corner, the clap of his boots against the hard floor echoing off the walls.
It wasn't long until Sue Slyvester came barging through the circle, eyes darting around and then screaming at everyone until they sprung to life and rushed off to their lessons, still awestruck from the fight. Only Dave and I remained collapsed on the floor, although I wasn't seriously injured, I felt like I couldn't remove my ass from the floor, whereas Dave physically couldn't, he was still curled up in a ball on the floor, clothes ripped, sobbing and covered in blood from gashes all over the back of his head, his chest and his hands from the sharp corners of open lockers.
It had been days since I'd spoken to Blaine. He wouldn't answer my calls, he wasn't in lessons, he wasn't at home, his inbox must have been full to the brim with messages from me demanding to know why the hell he had beaten Karofsky to a worthless pulp and then just ran away and disappeared from the face of the earth without a word of indication to anyone.
Time had passed in the blink of an eye, and I'd stopped attempting to get in contact with the boy, something deep inside me told me that I was risking my safety by wanting to be so close to him all of the time, almost four weeks had passed, and we'd be returning to school in the next week after winter break, yet the distance was still bothering me. In all honesty, I didn't know Blaine a whole lot, but something told me not to give up on him, he looked so broken after he'd realised how badly he'd hurt David, and even more distraught when he noticed the looks on people's faces who were watching.
If he wasn't in my thoughts, he was in my dreams, unfocused fuzzy visions of foggy lights, before the last memory I had of Blaine flashed before me, his distressed searching golden eyes locking with mine before he turned and ran away into the darkness, the noise of his heavy boots hitting the polished floor echoing until I wake up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. The same dream returned to me almost every night, and his eyes were imprinted into my memory.
I never thought I'd see Blaine Anderson again.
"Kurt!"
"Hey babe!"
I ran full speed at Mercedes, colliding into each other and hugging each other tightly in the middle of the corridor, it was the first day back after winter break and regardless of the fact I spent nearly every waking minute with her over the holidays, I still missed her like crazy.
"Where are you first?"
"Um, English, you?"
"History, uuugh" Mercedes complained, I just giggled in response, linking my arm with hers and turning to walk her to class.
This is, however, still McKinley high, and I was quickly met with a bitch-slap from a cherry slushie that was thrown straight into my face, rapidly dripping down into the collar of my shirt and sliding against my skin.
"Welcome back ladies!" I heard Azimo call, vaguely hearing the slaps of high fives and the laughs of the multiple jocks that stood before us, I could barely make out their outlines as I tried to wipe the heavy slush from my eyes. I heard the usual buzz of people in the hallway disappear instantly, which was unusual, everyone had silenced, as a familiar sound of boot clad feet clicked against the hard floor.
Sure enough, as soon as I'd hastily moved all of the dripping slushie from my eyes and met the shocked stare of Mercedes and everyone else in the hall, all looking at something behind me.
I turned, and there he was, skinny jeans and all, Mr. Blaine Anderson.
He had a hard and uncaring expression on his face as he leant against the wall, but it dissolved into a smirk when he pushed himself away from it and sauntered towards Azimo, people in the crowd parting for him like the red sea.
The jock stood, still clutching the empty 'big quench' cup, the jocks behind him backing away slightly.
Blaine approached him with a wicked smile on his face, it was almost sickenly. He stopped when they were face to face, Azimo stepped back warily.
"Where's your best bud Karofsky eh?" he snarled, stepping forward every time the jocks stepped back. "Is he not here to join in my welcome back party?" Blaine growled and stepped forward once more, gripping the front of the huge jock's t-shirt, fisting it tightly whilst he just struggled under Blaine's grasp.
"I see things haven't changed around here since I've been gone" he looked around slightly, before letting his eyes rest on me for a split second, his eyes softening until he turned back to the jock and shoved Azimo away from him.
"You stay away from him, and we won't have a problem," Blaine spat through his teeth, fists curling at his sides as he nodded his head in my direction, stepping in front of me, "alright?" Azimo just confirmed with a small nod of his head it was barely noticeable before running off down the corridor following the tails of the other jock's who were long gone.
The hall was silent for a moment until Blaine looked around, fixing some people with odd glares until people dived into conversation again.
I was just about to turn to Blaine and thank him, speak to him, say anything, but he was gone as soon as I looked, slinging his back pack over his shoulder and walking off in the opposite direction to where the jocks had went. I almost did a double take. Did he just ignore me? I felt like Mercedes when the thought crossed my mind...oh heeellll to the no.
I looked over to her, and she stood with her hip popped to the side, an eyebrow raised, mirroring me unappreciative expression and we shared determined nods before linking arms and storming towards the girls' toilets to get cleaned up. I'd deal with Anderson boy later...
It was safe to say that Blaine was avoiding me. He wasn't in history class, until 45 minutes into the lesson where he stumbled in and collapsed down into his seat without a word to anyone, everyone just stared. Again. I kicked the back of his chair every five minutes but he refused to turn around, and when the bell went for next period he got up and walked swiftly out of the classroom so fast I barely caught the movement.
He even ignored me in the halls, and when we were both at our lockers at the same time, he just kept facing forwards, ignoring my stares, and turned up his music whenever I spoke or shouted his name; walking away when I tapped him.
I waited patiently till the end of the day because I knew I had Art, and there's no chance in hell that Blaine would miss a lesson of his favourite subject. I tapped my foot impatiently against the table leg, a few annoyed people turning their heads and scowling because I disturbed the 'artistic silence', I just scowled back and sighed, my chin falling onto my palm as I stared at Blaine's empty space.
A few minutes later, the door flung open and the sound of heavy metal screaming faded into hearing, I snapped my head up from where I was drooling, nearly asleep on the desk, and spotted him whispering to Miss Ashley who just smiled slightly and then gestured to his seat, which he smirked at and turned around.
As soon as he saw me, however, his face dropped, his lips thinning to a line as he trudged to his chair, fetching a palette on his journey. He picked up where he left off all those weeks ago in our last art lesson together and got engulfed in his work straight away. I had to do something.
I ripped off a piece of paper, scribbling a note on it, scrunching it up and aiming with precision before throwing, it landed right next to his free hand. He looked up in confusion and then frowned when he realised it was from me. He only bit his lip and ignored it. I waited 5 minutes and then threw another note, and then another, until he stood with a huff and strided away from his table, hooking his hand around my wrist and pulling me from my seat and outside the classroom.
As soon as the door was shut he snarled, "WHAT!"
I stepped back, Blaine looked so angry I didn't chance standing near him knowing what he did to Karofsky. That very thought, that Blaine could hurt me just as much as Dave, shocked me into wondering why I'd ever thought of it, Blaine would never hurt me. Would he?
"You've been ignoring me all day! Actually-scratch that, all week! And all month too! What the hell happened Blaine?"
He fell silent for a moment, his facial expression neutral.
"I-nothing! Just leave me alone okay!"
"No!" I put my hand on my hip, raising an eyebrow and fixing him with my hardest bitch glare, which he looked visibly worried at, "In case you don't remember, we kissed, Blaine." His hard and cruel eyes went soft for a second as he looked down, scuffing his feet against the floor, I'd never seen him like that before, so childlike and innocent. "And I really didn't think I would say this but I like you, and I have for some time now." I continued, and watch him raise his head immediately, shock on his face. "And I care about you, like...a lot, and I'm not letting you shut yourself off from me you hear?"
"I can't-You just!" he groaned, fisting his hands in his curls and tugging, leaving a bed-head look when he pulled his hands away. "Kurt, you can't like me, you need to stop liking me, and stop caring for me. Because I can't- I don't" he broke off with another groan and a sigh, before speaking quietly. "I can't give you what you deserve" he said dejectedly, and lifted his head. The school bell chose that precise moment with its perfect timing to ring and Blaine sadly trudged back into the classroom, leaving me in the empty corridor where the students started to file out of their classrooms.
I can't give you what you deserve.
I can't give you what you deserve.
It echoed in my head and I stood there frozen until I snapped myself out of it. What the hell did he mean by that? I was more confused about Blaine Anderson now than I'd ever been. And I was determined to find out each and every thing about him.
After glee club we all filed out into the car park, me with my head down. I'd gone out first, just desperate to get home after the gruelling day I'd just had. I heard gasps and 'oh my god's behind me sounding like they came from Finn, Puck, Sam, and all the other glee guys, and a few girls too. I heard running footsteps and turned to see them all running to a magnificent cherry red Lamborghini which was parked in a spot near the entrance, it looked rather out of place, but it was still gorgeous.
I turned back to go and have a peek at this conspicuous car when I saw someone leaning against the hood, arms folded, tousled blonde hair, ripped clothes, skinny jeans, and black boots. Ricky.
He noticed me as I got closer and his eyebrows shot up, "Kurt! Hey man!" he waved at me until he realised something and then his face dropped and he scuffed his boots against the floor like Blaine had done earlier. The glee guys were looking on in pure confusion as to how we knew each other, but still, I strode forward and stood face to face with Ricky.
"Hey Ricky, how've you been?"
"Uh, good, yeah, pretty awesome, what about you?"
I shrugged, "Okay I guess, how come you're here?"
"Ugh, picking up the little brother, he decided to walk to school this morning so I wondered if he wanted a lift home but he doesn't seem to be around."
I narrowed my eyes "he walked?" but you guys live ages from here!" Finn had looked up from admiring the car with the other guys and was now staring me out, probably wondering who this guy was and why I'd been to his house.
Ricky stumbled as if realising he'd said something he shouldn't of, "yeah! Blaine was a right little marathon runner back in the day" he winked, then realised he'd said something else he shouldn't of, "uh, I mean-"
"wait, back in the day?" I questioned.
"wait, Blaine?" Finn butted in, just as Ricky began to panic.
"Oh dear! Look at the time!" he said, checking his watch. "I have to go pick Melissa up, we're having another band meeting—anyway, see you around, Kurt!" He practically pulled off his door handle trying to get into his car, with me shouting questions at him as he tried to drive off.
Okay, something was definitely up with Blaine Anderson, there's something that he wasn't telling me, something big from the sounds of it, it's the reason I 'deserve better', I need to get inside that boy's head. But how?
I grumbled, ignoring Finn's questions and trudged to my car, starting the engine and pulling out of the car park. I'm going to find out what Blaine is hiding, I put my foot down on the accelerator, If it's the last thing I do...
A/N: Hola amigos! Sorry for the long update, life intervened. I'm really appreciative of your kind words in the reviews that you've left for me on both this story and my others, I promise I'm going to try and reply to them all as soon as I get the time. Updates will probably be faster now, because I have two weeks off school! Thank god...
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